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“When we raided the witches' coven, we found a book about the soul stone. The name beside it was Nathaniel. There are plenty of Nathaniels in this country, but if this one is truly a vampire, he could be planning to steal that girl’s soul. Or who knows what else he is planning with that stone? We can’t allow him to keep it and trap someone inside it.” I couldn’t imagine someone or something being so evil as to trap someone’s soul so they could never move on and be at peace. The vampire and human servant I watched and listened to seemed like an average couple. They didn’t interact with people except for their one maid and a delivery man sometimes. And that was only the woman, Victoria. She wa

💖💖 Thank you. Part 2 Barry Benson, corporate shark, billionaire, and business genius, stood in the dark interior of his home and looked dumbly at the coffee machine. He could spout facts and figures on profit margins, GDPs, EBITDAs, KPIs, and NOIs in his sleep but he couldn’t get the fucking coffee machine to work. He didn’t even know where the damned light switches were in the kitchen and was navigating by the flashlight feature on his smartphone. Why couldn’t his smartphone make coffee? Then he’d be set.

and has his pack name. “Son of a bitch,” King Gene mutters and flips the page again. “Here.” This time, I am faced with a man who is nearly as good-looking as Alpha Reece. It says, “Beta Barnabas,” under his picture. “Barnabas?” I repeat. King Gene shrugs. “So what? He goes by Barney.” I almost laugh. What a ridiculous name. “Is he a big purple dinosaur? Is he a bumbling deputy in a small town?”

Yes, this novel is rated for eighteen and above. However, if I remembered it clearly, the villain must be the last boss considering his strength. He was recognized as the most powerful Alpha in the whole clan but sadly, he was disabled. He couldn't walk and always sit in a wheelchair but that didn't prevent him from being the last boss. This man is also a psycho, a schemer, a villain, anything that could describe a villain. I suddenly remembered that this villain named Phoenix got engaged after he saw the person who was sold to him by the other clan, and he killed her immediately.

The scent is pleasant, mixed with a hint of tobacco. Mrs Rivers moves aside and I move to stand in front of Mr Winter's huge mahogany desk. On the way, I see Ms Hudgens and Nick sitting on one of the couches settled in Mr Winter's cabin for the professors and I realize they are called already. Wow, Ms Hudgens is indeed cunning but I know that everything is going to be fine after that because Nick is here. Right beside me. I know now I can tackle the trouble. I will handle it with the help of my mate.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

He had to please her in the way she demanded, failure was too horrible to contemplate. Well, at least it would use his very educated tongue. It had been many years since senior partner Barnes had been addressed so, with a blunt order for sexual service, like a lowly service girl. But her words held the power she had shown him this afternoon, so that was the pose he now took. Barnes was surprised to discovered he was already on his knees, he just could not recall doing that. The reversal of role in his mind tumbled the fortress of his ego. His mental image of Sam morphed in an instant from a seductive geisha to a huge terrible dragon, with him transformed a tiny figure, naked, helpless, and e

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.